Chapter 855 - 849: Her Fate (Part 2)

Chapter 855: Chapter 849: Her Fate (Part 2)

Isaac Ford grabbed her, tossed her to Dr. Winslow, then brushed off his hands in disgust.

Whitney Lynch screamed in fear: "Let me go, let go, I’m not sick, I don’t need surgery! Let me go!"

Graham Ford glanced around, lips parted: "Find a room further away and check immediately if she has a mental illness."

Dr. Winslow nodded: "Yes."

No matter how Whitney Lynch struggled, she couldn’t escape her fate of being taken away.

In despair, she looked at her daughter, then turned to her husband.

But not one person was willing to plead for her.

At this moment, her despair wasn’t because of Sean Thorne, but because of Georgia Thorne.

She indeed did things to wrong Sean Thorne, but to Gigi, she was extremely loving, giving her all her affection.

She never expected that Gigi would remain silent, her eyes only fixated thoughtfully on Rouge Jarvis and Graham Ford as though she was oblivious to her being taken away.

She closed her eyes, and two tears fell.

Her fate was all too clear.

Having schemed all her life, in the end, she was taken down by Tiana Thorne.

Unwilling, but helpless.

Behind Tiana Thorne was the formidable Ford family, unmatched by anyone.

She could only scream desperately, shrieking loudly.

As Whitney Lynch was taken away, her screams faded into the distance, gradually disappearing.

Aiden Shaw instructed Jesse Rivers to escort Hugh Grant away.

In the living room, a silence settled, tranquil as ever.

In one day, Sean Thorne felt like he had gone through a century, weary, heartbroken, and in pain. He closed his eyes, unable to utter a word.

Seeing him like this, Tiana Thorne’s heart ached.

She thought that at this moment, her father’s tolerance must have reached its limit.

She stood up, step by step, walking slowly, arriving before him.

Sean Thorne lowered his head, looking at her: "Tiana..."

His voice was somewhat choked with emotion.

Tiana Thorne gently nodded, speaking to him in a soft voice: "Dad, I brought my sister back."

A feeling of indescribable healing spread within Sean Thorne, yet at the same time, he felt sorrow, his throat was sore, and his eyes reddened in the end.

In that instant, everyone felt moved.

Especially the Ford couple who had gone through a similar ordeal, feeling the painful loss of a daughter, their hearts filled with mixed emotions.

Everyone remained silent.

Sean Thorne looked at her: "Where is she?"

At this point, Tiana Thorne approached the sofa, opened the previously brought back, well-packaged box, and took out the urn, once again walking to him.

She offered it with both hands.

Sean Thorne did not reach out to take it; looking at the small mahogany box, his nose tingled with emotion, and he couldn’t hold back any longer, breaking into tears.

His daughter should have grown up like Tiana but could only remain in this small urn, never to grow up again in this lifetime.

"Tiana..."

He parted his lips, wanting to call his daughter’s name, but then remembered that the name had been given to his adopted daughter.

Ultimately, he shed silent tears, his heart filled with pain.

Seeing this, Tiana Thorne also began to cry. She controlled her trembling voice, speaking to him: "Dad, over these years, my parents took care of her, so she won’t become a wandering spirit. In the future, she can acknowledge her ancestors, and my sister can reincarnate. In the next life, she’ll surely be happy."

And if fate allows, perhaps she could reconnect the father-daughter bond once more.

Listening to this, Sean Thorne felt an intense pang of sorrow, nodding: "Thank you."

Then, he reached out, took the urn, and held it tightly in his arms, unable to contain his sobs.